My know-it-all-roommate Dan and I have funny conversations. (To find out more about Dan, please click the 'Dan' label at the bottom of this post.) Sometimes they're really funny. But mostly they're a complete waste of time, kind of like this blog. Sometimes when I'm upstairs and he's downstairs we'll chat screen-to-screen rather than face-to-face.
Dan: Holy cow, I want a ninja sword. You should come watch this Time Warp. Hurry. They are going to chop pig flesh.
Bart: What in the world makes you think I want to watch pig flesh chopping?
Dan: 'Cause it is awesome! Holy cow! It cut clean through the bone!
Bart: Don't you mean holy sow?
Dan: Wow. He chopped a raw egg without cutting the yoke. I am so getting a sword. I have often needed to chop a raw egg without damaging the yoke and have never had the proper tool...
Bart: ...or skills.
D: Whatever. I am obviously a ninja.
B: Just because you have a ninja sword doesn't mean you have ninja skills. And vice versa.
D: Ping pong skills translate directly to sword swinging... and ninja skills.
B: Which translate directly to killing skills?
D: Well... yes, but I wouldn't need to do any killing with my sword. That's what handguns are for.
B: But what about embryonic chicken feti?
(feti is the plural for fetus. Other examples of this type of pluralization include but are not limited to the following: focus-foci, radius-radii, cactus-cacti, octupus-octupi, alumnus-alumni, platypus-platupi, fungus-fungi, hippopotamus-hippopotami, preying mantis-preying manti, mattress-mattri, Barticus-Barticai, etc.)
D: They are already dead from the cryonics.
B: They are already crying from the death.
D: Well... stuff happens. I'm done bugging you now.
B: Good. Because I'm done letting you bug me.